(To start at the beginning: Adventures in Italy Part 1)

Genoa – August 2016

21,975 steps…that should give you an idea of what our day yesterday was like.  Actually on Kris’s phone the number was over 26,000 steps, a figure I’m inclined to believe is more accurate because my phone was in my purse, while Kris’s was in his pocket. 

 “It’s 9:00!”  The day started off with Kris suddenly waking and making that shocking announcement.  We’d been subliminally aware that we could hear the sounds of dishes clinking in the next room (the breakfast room), but hadn’t expected to sleep so late.  Breakfast here is between 8:30 and 10:30 a.m so we were still well within the bounds of propriety when we came in around 9:15.  We met Allesandra, who greeted us with a friendly “Buon giorno,” but who also speaks fairly good English.  From the many items available we filled up on granola, yogurt, fruit and muffins.

 By 11:30 we were ready to explore Genova and had studied carefully the map that Giovanni had given us the day before with his notes and circled items on it.  Like Christopher Columbus so many years ago, we were going to explore the unknown (to us) and expand our horizons.  Some of the narrow streets are pedestrian only, lined with smooth bricks, and were already populated by many people out for a stroll. 

We had decided to head for Piazza de Ferrari, one of the bigger piazzas (squares), about a 15 minute walk.  When we arrived and saw the spectacular fountain, we did what any tourist would do, we took photos.

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It was already really hot, so that water felt great.  Don’t worry – I won’t be putting all our photos from yesterday in here – just a few to give you a flavor of what we saw.  There were a few young men strategically placed around the fountain with selfie sticks trying to get some business, but we declined,  “No, grazie.”  In fact, this was a phrase that we had to employ quite a bit throughout the day. 

We regrouped by checking the map and decided that if we’d come all the way to Genova, we had to find the Christopher Columbus house.  It wasn’t far from where we were so we set out and although the street system seemed almost like a maze, happened upon it fairly soon.  It was a very small and ancient looking structure, just remnants preserved from the original house.  Perusing the printed poster outside the door, we discovered that if we purchased tickets to 3 different historical places at once, we’d save money on going to all 3 separately, only 8 euros apiece.  Why not?  We went into the cramped little ticket room and the ticket man asked us a question, holding up 3 fingers.  “Yes, 3!”  That was easy…until he only charged us 6 euros total instead of the 16 we were expecting.  Hmmm….  He spoke some English, but it still took us 5 minutes to sort it all out with him finally understanding that we wanted tickets to all 3 places.  Never did figure out why he held up 3 fingers the first time. 

We went up the narrow stairs and found two small rooms, one of which was roped off and held a table set for a long-ago dinner and the other was empty except for a small video display on a wall and a stone relief sculpture of one of the famous 3 ships on another wall.  I watched the 5-minute video in the hopes that I’d understand some of it, but unless you count understanding one word of every 100 or so, it was pretty much a wash. 

Onward!  The next place was a museum of Saint Augustine, so-called (we found out) because it was housed in an old Augustine church.  We submitted our tickets and were relieved of our bags, a confusing moment as the ticket lady asked for our bags and we stared at her trying to figure out why she would take all our worldly possessions from us.  This is apparently some security measure – she gave us a number token to claim them after the self-guided tour and gave us a tour guide in English. 

The place contained a lot of recovered fragments of architecture and pottery from hundreds of years ago, and as we went up and around, a lot of statues and then paintings, also recovered from various sites.  We must have seen dozens of “Madonna Con Bambino” sculptures and paintings, apparently a very popular subject.  In many of them, the baby Jesus was holding some sort of sphere; sometimes Mary had one too.  What was the significance of that?  We couldn’t figure it out. 

Kris pointed out that Mary bore a striking resemblance to Buzz Lightyear in one of the sculptures – see what you think:

We were almost the only people there and I was taking photos occasionally until a somewhat scruffy looking old man came up and told us (I think) that we weren’t supposed to take photos.  Oh well… 

To be continued in the next installment! Adventures in Italy Part 8

A scruffy old man will delete this in the morning.

For the beginning of our Southwest Tour, start here: Arches National Park

After our morning at Arches National Park, we had lunch and then drove over to Canyonlands National Park and stamped our passport, etc. By this time I was SO TIRED. We decided we would drive to the overlooks, take photos and skip any hikes. In short order we stopped at Buck Canyon, Grandview Canyon, and then Schafer Canyon on the way back.

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At Buck Canyon, a family standing next to me spotted a cute little mouse just below where we were standing. I’d been getting photos of wildlife such as chipmunks at Arches, which Kris had been teasing me about. I get the point, but can’t seem to resist.

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Anyway, as we were leaving the overlook, I told Kris about getting a photo of a mouse, and to ward off any teasing, said, “Panoramas out here are a dime a dozen, but who else got a photo of a mouse?” Speaking of teasing, earlier that day, Kris told me that I was looking very European, which mystified me. He went on to explain that European people often like to wear black. I was dubious about this and accused him of making it up. Anyway, I took a few jabs at that comment here and there as we saw people wearing black tee shirts. “Oh, look, more Europeans!” Kris had the last laugh because it turned out there were a lot of tourists from Europe and other lands wandering about.

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When we got to Grandview Canyon, I became fixated on some tiny cars below that were slowly driving the White Rim Drive right around the rim of the canyon. I was wondering, first of all, why they were driving so slowly. The answer to this question was made manifest to me when we went to Monument Valley the next day (a little foreshadowing for you). Secondly, I wanted to know if the drivers would stop and get out where the road went closest to the canyon rim. Many tourists came and went, admiring the view of the whole vista while I looked through my telephoto lens at the little narrative that was going on below. Sure enough, when two cars finally made it to the rim, the teeny tiny drivers got out to have a look-see. Now I could finally tear my attention away from that and move on.

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At the Schafer Overlook, we were standing with a small group of people who were fascinated by a car and bike making their winding way over the Schafer Trail, another rough road with switchbacks down below. I asked a few questions, since it seemed that our little group was “in the know” about this trail. One of the guys spontaneously decided to drive the trail back to Moab. “Wish me luck!” He called out as he left.

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We drove from there to the R-pod (the Air B&B we were renting) and then back to Moab  for supper at the Moab Brewery. Good stuff.

Next stop: Monument Valley

I’ll probably delete this on the Blog Rim Road in the morning.

My husband tells a funny story about when he was a youngster. His dad was coming to pick him up at home and take him somewhere and his mother told him, “Don’t forget to ask your dad to pick up bread while you’re out running errands.” “Okay!” he said. “Make sure you tell him,” she reminded him again as the time got closer. “Okay!” he said. When his dad arrived, Kris went out to the car to meet him, saying under his breath, “Bread, bread, bread…” but as soon as he opened the car door, he said, “Hi Dad!” and completely forgot about the bread. Ha ha! We’ve had lots of “bread, bread, bread” moments over the years.

So, today my friend Julie was coming to my house for a good old-fashioned tea party. She had requested that the felt animals and co. make an appearance, so I put them out on one end of the table. I had put a lovely crocheted item out on the table that one of my grandmas had made, topped by a beautifully embroidered table runner that the other grandma had made. I got out our best dishes. On the menu: scones, lemon curd, jam, Devonshire cream, two kinds of cheeses, strawberries, mango lassies and, of course, TEA. “As soon as she gets here,” I said to myself, “I’m going to take a nice photo of the whole thing and get a good photo of me and Julie as well. I can share them on my blog!” But once she arrived, I went out to greet her: “Julie!” and it was a “bread, bread, bread…” moment. All thoughts of saving the moment for posterity with my camera were gone.

We had such a wonderful time: good fellowship, telling stories, remembering fun moments from our childhood, laughing together, occasionally become Verklempt together, rejoicing in our shared faith…and that was the whole point anyway.

After she left, I took a photo of the felt creatures, who sat and watched us with interest while we were eating and behaved with great decorum.

I’ll probably delete this in the…bread, bread, bread…

Have you been to the Arboretum yet? If not, I’ve got you covered. We went a few days ago and walked around like professional photographers with our big bad cameras. We’re also taking notes on what kinds of plants we might want to add to our garden at home. Anyway, it’s time for you to feast on what the Lord has got on His gardening table this time of year. In just a fraction of the time that we spent there, you’ll be able to see what we saw while avoiding bugs, sun exposure, stress on your weary legs and the entry fee. You’re welcome!

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There you have it. We plan to go at least once a month to see different plants at their peak.

I’ll probably de-lilac this is the morning.

(To start at the beginning: Adventures in Italy Part 1)

The station itself was beautiful.  Kris said that when he’d been on his tour in Milan (during which he got to see “The Last Supper,” by the way), they were told that the architecture and design of the station were fascist, having been done during Mussolini’s time in power. 

Food in our bellies and having taken care of necessities, we just wandered around and then sat for a while, waiting for the train. We boarded it 20 minutes early and it was about a 2 hour trip.  The owners of the B&B (Giovanni and Allesandra) had sent us very explicit directions for finding their place from the station and after one rabbit trail, we found the correct exit and began looking for the street: Via Borga Incrociati. Giovanni was standing right at the end of the street looking for us and seeing a couple with luggage pointing at street signs, came up to us saying, “Kris and Lynn?” He spoke English fairly well and greeted us warmly.  We followed him up the narrow street and he saw another couple appearing to be looking around. He stopped and talked to them, finding out that they were a French couple also staying at the B&B. “Enchante,” he said, switching seamlessly to French while speaking to them. Mighty impressive. He told the four of us how to use the key to the B&B and then led us up a narrow and steep flight of stairs.  Our room was on the first floor (the ground floor in Italy is called “zero” not “1”). I was immediately delighted with our quaint little room.  There are no screens on the windows, from which we deduced that there are no irritating mosquitos here. 

It seemed so charming to me to look out across way and see laundry hanging on the line and a couple women chatting through their windows. 

By the time we were ready to go find a place to eat, it was 7:30.  We took a little walk around to get our bearings and came back to a place on the corner of our street called “Antica Hostaria Pacetti” established in 1885.  We pondered the menu outside for a while, googling for words we didn’t know (most of them). When we went in we were greeted by a tall, official looking man who greeted us in Italian and then, discerning that we weren’t from around these parts, switched to English. This never fails to impress me. He seated us and since we were the only ones there at that time, lavished us with attention in the form of trying to explain the menu to us. His English was fairly good, but he still had a hard time describing certain things and there was much that was vague and incomprehensible. He was quite cheerful and gregarious and I was prepared to order anything he recommended, but he kept moving from one item to another and explaining more. Finally we settled on a pasta pesto dish and a salad for our first course – at least we thought it was a first course. 

At this point, a waiter took over, a smaller man who spoke very little English, but was nonetheless polite and accommodating of our poor Italian skills. We split the pasta and it was heavenly. I mean it!! The salad came after that (kind of a surprise, since we expected the salad first).  When we finished that, the waiter removed our plates and we assumed that menus would be returned so we could choose our main course; this is what we thought the first guy had told us and Kris confirmed it when we ordered the pasta. After about 10 minutes our waiter came back and asked about desserts. Kris explained that we needed the menus back to order a main meal, so he brought them to us. By this time it was 9:15 and we realized it would be better if we ordered a little dessert instead of a big meal. Our poor longsuffering waiter. There were about 10 dessert choices so we told him what we wanted. Even this was fraught with difficulty as he tried to explain something and we got the idea that not everything was available. He pointed to a couple items so we got those: sorbetti (a fruit ice, papaya flavored) and a pistachio ice cream with coffee-flavored sauce. We waited another 20 minutes or so for the check and finally left the place a little after 10:00. Everything is an adventure here!

Today we’ll explore Genova and you can look forward to (or dread) the same tedious amount of detail tomorrow!

Ciao!
Love,
Lynn/Mom

I’ll probably cancellare this in the mattina.

Next: Adventures in Italy Part 7

First stop on our tour of the sights in the Southwest was Arches National Park. We had signed up for 7:00 a.m. entry time to beat the crowds and get better sunlight for photos. It’s a truly awesome place – everything you see tells the story of water receding from a worldwide flood, but the standard explanation at their visitor center for all these gnarly rock formations was of course wind, rain and erosion over “billions of years.”

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We stopped at the first turnout and took a bunch of photos and I declared enthusiastically that we should stop at EVERY turnout. We were young then. After a few of them, we realized that we didn’t need to take photos of every scene –  a lot of it looks the same.

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We made a pit stop fairly early along the way and while I was waiting for Kris, I found the cutest little wooden mushroom that someone had put in a tree. I also took an “artsy” shot through the side of a grill because…oh, I don’t know why. I just do these things and hope for the best.

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We stuck to just a few main items of interest, taking a few small hikes along the way (accumulated 4 miles of walking by the end of the day though – and the equivalent of 22 flights of stairs). We stopped at Balanced Rock, Double Arch, the North and South Windows and the Delicate Arch (the iconic arch that you see on photos of Arches NP).

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When we were looking at the North and South Windows, Kris hiked a little farther down than I wanted to go. As I was standing there getting photos of him next to a large rock formation, I mentioned to the couple next to me that it was nice having him there for perspective. Otherwise, you don’t really get a feel for how big these rock formations really are when you look at the photos. The couple, from Indiana, agreed and proceeded to take photos of Kris as the representative human showing perspective (and Kris somehow heard our discussion and hammed it up). I joked that he should start charging a fee for posing. The lady said, “If he’d show a little leg, I’d pay him.” We laughed about that so much. I had to tell Kris later since he hadn’t heard that part.

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There’s a 3-mile hike you can take to Delicate Arch from the North and South Windows, but it was a long steep uphill climb, so we decided to drive over and take the shorter hike that only gets you within viewing distance.

On our way up the short hiking trail to the viewpoint for Delicate Arch, it was rough going – very steep uphill. I had to stop along the way a couple times to get my breath, leaning against the boulders. One couple was coming down and I remarked that I was just enjoying the scenery and NOT having to take a break. The wife enjoyed that and went along with it, “Yes, those rocks also need a little holding up – you’re doing a good job!” So after that I had Kris get a photo of me “holding up” a rock on the wayside.

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Anyway, everything was really stunning and we enjoyed scrambling all over to see the sights and take photos. After we finished driving all the way through the park, we went back to the entrance and stopped in at the Visitor Center around noon to get our NP Passport stamped and I bought a sticker. Big spender!

Next stop: Canyonlands National Park

I’ll probably delete this in the morning…like usual.

Remember the rooster phase of my watercolor world? They are a dim memory now and I’ve been captured by mushrooms. I painted one from a photograph years ago, but forgot about it. Whilst traveling, I saw a painting of some mushrooms and went “Ahhhh…..” And then “Ooohhh…” followed by “Oh, yes…I must paint me some of those.”

Just realized when looking at the photo that I’d forgotten to remove the masking fluid! Rookie mistake. So just for your education and edification, here’s the same painting with masking fluid removed.

Which do you like better?

There will be more mushrooms emerging from my workshop.

For extra credit, tell me the book from which the title of this blog came. Kris and Karl are excluded from this quiz since you know already. Sorry!

I’ll probably blow away the spores of this post in the morning.

Hello, dear readers! We have indeed returned after some lengthy and far-flung wanderings in our car. I had thought that I would keep up with this blog along the way, but eventually reality caught up with me and I yielded to it.

We went to several national parks and other attractions in the Southwest and took loads of photos, so I’m looking forward to sharing some of our adventures in future posts.

I also tried something new on this trip. I brought a small blank booklet and filled it up with drawings and notes from our time on the road. It doesn’t include anything from our stops – just some of the things we saw, talked about or listened to while driving. Since I didn’t do any of the driving, this worked out well and it was so much fun! I might share some of those pages, too, if I feel moved to do so (or if it’s a slow news day on the blog). Here’s just the first page:

It was a 64-page book and I filled it up, if you can imagine that.

Well, supper doesn’t make itself and I’ve got some pork chops to cook up and some asparagus to pick and cook as well. God is good!

As always, I’ll probably delete this in the morning…